Stats

The RP has a total of 15 lines, 599 words, and 3367 characters.
The average line consists of 39.93 words that themselves average 4.62 characters taking about 5 minutes, 42 seconds.
Dracogriff said a total of 7 lines, 196 words, and 1102 characters.
Dracogriff's average line consists of 28.0 words that themselves average 4.62 characters taking about 5 minutes, 48 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 8 lines, 403 words, and 2265 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 50.38 words that themselves average 4.62 characters taking about 5 minutes, 36 seconds.

00:00 GyroFeather wiggles lewdly at

00:02 Dracogriff licks beak* OvO

00:19 < GyroFeather> Soo did you wanna finally get around to actually eating the birb?

00:21 Dracogriff shoots his neck forward and nabs the birb with beak* ° 0 v 0 °

00:24 GyroFeather had just been minding his own business when suddenly he feels a sudden sharp pressure and new warm breath against his hindwauarters. With a loud squawk, he turns his head back to see Draco, with himself rump deep in the other's mouth.

00:27 Dracogriff takes in the griff's scent and wraps their tongue around him. licks and nibbling motions from the beak follow a loudish* caaaw.

00:27 < Dracogriff> °0w0°

00:31 GyroFeather has a pleasant furity scent that fills his nose so close to him, and the tongue pulls up hints of that same flavor mixed with the standard avian oils. His hind legs kick at the tongue as hot breath surges around him. "L-let me go damnit!"

00:34 Dracogriff , holding him, tilts their head a bit at the protestations of their newest meal.* no reply is given. the tongue, however, coils tighter, rubbing tightly against the tasty, fruity, feathery bundle that's now well inside the bird's beak.* ^w^

00:35 < GyroFeather> (How big is draco?

00:35 < Dracogriff> (uh, I guess in this scenario, like, large enough to hold a gyro in their beak without a lot of trouble

00:36 < Dracogriff> (ovo)

00:39 GyroFeather struggles against that tongue, but it seem slike nothing he does prevents the steady withdrawl of that muscle into his beak, pulling himself with it. The beak snaps down just infront of his own, casting the gryphon tino darkness, and, all around him he could feel the claustrophobic press of his mouth against his feathers. "H-hey!"

00:41 Dracogriff 's various sounds of displeasure are now muffled. looks like the dracobird is pleased with the easy meal… well, an easy meal that won't stop kicking! squeezes are administered to the griff as he's taken closer to the back of the bird's throat, their mouth filling with saliva.*

00:48 GyroFeather does continue to struggle within those jaws too as his butt finds itself pressing up agaisnt the back of the larger creature's throat, while his tail is tucked down between his legs. That hot drool soaks down into his fur and feathers, quickly saturating his body with the other's fluids and drawing his flavor further across his tongue.

00:55 Dracogriff 's slick flat of the tongue caresses every part of the griffin, making a mess of his feathers while purring hard. the bird does this for at least an entire minute before those throat muscles open up and the tongue pushes him back!..*

01:06 GyroFeather protests the entire duration of this treatment and presses out with his claws, rying to cause that beak to open for him, not that it ever does. THen, he practically squeals as he's partially thrust into the gullet with his giant tongue, which opens up to accept his hips, leaving a sizable lump in Dracogryphs neck that moves with his prey.

23:40 Dracogriff grins and squeezes down on the griffin, trying to keep him from squirming so much. The purring of the bird shakes the griffin's entire body.

23:42 GyroFeather coughs as powerful tongue and gullet force the wind out of his chest as they sqeeze down against him, while th epull of the throat tries to drag him down deeper inside. Even still, its not enough to fully stop the small bird from fighting, even it it slowls his pace. He can feel those rumbles through his figure as he' slowly decends, filling out the bulge on Draco's gullet.

00:38 < Dracogriff> The bird is feeling at the lump in their throat with their wings, chirring delightedly as the meal slowly and steadily makes its way down to the bird's belly.* The efforts by the small bird inside to climb out and struggle are made negative as the push of the throat muscles of the large bird carry on with regular motions.

00:46 GyroFeather fights as much as he can against the constant dragging of the throat, but the tasty little morsel cant manage to escape the pull. Instead his ears ring with that loud churring as he's forced through the echoing esophagus down into the dragon's stomach. THe first thing the small bird notices is the acrid smell that fills his ears and leaves him half coughing. "Ughh...spit me out!"